Speculationz Twiztid (Ft. E-40)

[Voice repeating]
Be where you wanna be, and you're doing what you wanna do

[E-40]
Mob that shit up, bee-yatch!!!

[Voice repeating]
Who cares what they think about you?

[Verse 1: Monoxide]
Speculation has it, that I'm the freakiest one
I like to rip out my tongue and spit the black magic
And I'm supposed to be fucking some crack addict without a rubber?
And I already got a baby by her mother?
They say I'm sired by a wizard of sorts
And my momma, she was a banshee
She was drowned by the courts
They say my little brother Jamie
He's dead and in a grave, and I'm all alone and afraid
And everything I gave has been so underestimated
I've been hated by generations
For having conversations with people who didn't make it
How could I fake it?
I'm a monster, remember me?
The weirdo with the axe, from another galaxy
I keep a blender in my kitchen filled to rim with the blood
And spit suspicions of me drinking it up
So it's fucked, scatter stones, get out my Kool-Aid
I'm blasting away from all you haters
Hit me up on my two-way